Following a path guided by Zhang Dadan and others, Hong Yun soon arrived near Linjiazhai.

Sure enough, the locals are familiar with the local terrain. Taking this path is much closer than taking the official road or even mountain road.

Linjiazhai belongs to the terrain of two mountains and one ditch, with mountains on both sides of the north and south, which is the only passage through the east and west.

If you want to walk the main road and walk the smooth official road, you must pass through Linjiazhai.

Therefore, even if the entire Shantai has declined rapidly in recent years, the lives of the people in Linjiazhai are still reasonable.

"Is anyone?"

When he rode into Linjiazhai, Hong Yun frowned immediately.

The main street of Linjiazhai is still very popular on both sides, but there is no sign on the street.

There were also dark black and dark lights in the houses on both sides. If someone who didn’t know came over, he would definitely think he had come to the ‘Ghost Street’.

Walking slowly along the street, Hong Yun simply stopped riding a horse.

Walking forward step by step, constantly observing the shops on both sides, looking for the joint location that Uncle Jiu told him.

"Baohe Inn? Here is here."

When he was walking around and about to reach another exit, Hong Yun finally found the inn.

Tie the horse to the tethered horse stake next to the door and step into the inn door.

"Why are the door closed? There is no movement at all?"

"Is anyone?"

Bang...

Slap...

When he walked to the door of the inn, Hong Yun slapped the door, but he didn't get any response inside. The door of the inn actually opened with a creaking sound.

"This little strength can be used to knock on it, isn't this door closed?"

Seeing this situation, Hong Yun was slightly shocked.

The atmosphere in Linjiazhai is so weird, it seems like it has been robbed.

Just like this inn, the door is covered with a faint feeling, and you can't feel the popularity at all.

If this is true, will Uncle Jiu...

However, this idea just flashed through.

Then Hong Yun thought that Qiu Sheng and Wencai had not yet grown up.

The plot of Mr. Zombie hasn't even begun yet, how could something happen to Uncle Jiu?

You know, in the current view, Uncle Ninth in this world is the real protagonist.

According to the settings in many novels, the protagonists of this kind are protected by heaven and earth and are not so easy to die.

After figuring this out, a smile appeared on Hong Yun's face.

He understood the situation in Linjiazhai, and it was very likely that the villagers had already hidden them.

As for those young and middle-aged men, maybe they were taken out by Uncle Jiu to ambush, and they were waiting for the thieves to fall into the trap.

"Forget it, I'll go to the inn and wait for the master. If there is anything tonight, it's not too late for me to help."

While talking, Hong Yun pushed open the door of the inn.

As soon as I stepped in, I instantly noticed something was wrong.

Through a door, the feeling is not so clear.

After actually opening the door and entering, Hong Yun felt that there should be many people hiding in the room.

Because he had heard the sound of breathing around him, especially on the side behind him, a terrible wind blew.

"Who is looking for death here?"

Even though Hong Yun knew that he was suddenly attacked, he was probably a villager from Linjiazhai, but he still couldn't help but feel angry.

In the past six months, Hong Yun has stood in a stance to nourish his energy, and Yan Chixia’s Ten Thousand Swords Technique has also not been lost.

Although he has nothing in his hand now, fortunately he has a horse whip in his hand.

He turned around, used the whip in his hand as a sword, and locked the person behind him with one swing.

Swish...

With Hong Yun shouting angrily and then taking action like lightning, torches immediately ignited around him.

Just one look at it, the first floor of the inn was surrounded by at least 20 or 30, and they were all adult men.

One by one, holding torches and the other, was much better than Zhang Dadan's group of people.

At least the weapons in my hand look like swords, guns, swords and halberds, no longer shovels or shoulder poles...

"Ahem...let...let..."

The one who was strangled by Hong Yun was a young man who looked less than 30 years old.

He looks a little worthy of beating, but why does Hong Yun feel so familiar?

"Brother Hong...Brother Hong, this is our eldest brother Lin Xiaoqiang and his apprentice of Uncle Jiu. This is a misunderstanding!"

After the torch lighted up, the people around them were going to scare Hong Yun and ask him to let go of the young man.

However, one of the people in the crowd recognized Hong Yun at first glance.

"Ashen, it's you? Where is the master?"

Seeing this young man walking over, it turned out that it was Asheng who went to Yizhuang to find Uncle Jiu to help rescue soldiers two days ago. Hong Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook his wrist and took the whip off the neck of the man named Lin Xiaoqiang.

"Brothers, give it to me..."

After getting out of trouble with Hong Yun, this guy named Lin Xiaoqiang suddenly swung the kitchen knife in his hand with a flushed face and was about to take action.

"Wait, wait, boss, this Hong Yun, brother Hong, is our master's apprentice."

"What master and apprentice are you? You guy will not be fooled by others, right?"

After hearing Asheng's words, Lin Xiaoqiang's mind was a little unturned for a moment.

"Nonsense, that's our master, Uncle Jiu, who told me personally that Brother Hong I met in Renjia Town."

"He is a serious successor to Maoshan School, which is different from us. At most, we have learned the skills of two-handed and three-legged cats from this master. He is a Taoist priest!"

Asheng gave a few words to introduce Hong Yun's identity clearly.

For a moment, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out to be Uncle Jiu's apprentice. It was really flooding the Dragon King Temple. The whole family refused to recognize the whole family."

"Yes, feelings are all misunderstandings."

"Brother, it turns out that you are the master's disciple. Look at me, I'm really a misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

When Lin Xiaoqiang learned that Hong Yun was the apprentice of Uncle Jiu’s Taoist Sect, he immediately smiled and rushed over to shake hands with Hong Yun.

"Boss, someone is coming outside."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hong Yun was about to ask what was going on here, but suddenly a young man near the door behind him whispered a message.

When Lin Xiaoqiang heard that someone was coming, he waved his hand quickly, and in an instant, everyone extinguished the torches again.

The inn was once again in darkness, and Lin Xiaoqiang also quietly left Hong Yun and came to the back of the door.

It seems that I plan to use the same trick again and use the trick just now again.

"Is anyone?"

Bang bang...

Sure enough, Hong Yun had just understood Lin Xiaoqiang's tricks, and a knock came from outside the door.

It was exactly like myself. After knocking on the door, I found that there was no movement, and there was a gap in the door.

With a light push, the door opened and a figure walked in with big strides.

boom...

The torch was lit instantly, and Lin Xiaoqiang rushed over.

First, knock off the straw hat of the visitor, then stretch out the hand to lock the visitor's neck, and the shaking steel knife in his hand swayed in front of the other side.

"If you enter the village with black paint, you must not be a good person. Are you a good person? Say!"

"If you don't say it, it's right. Are you from the thief group? Say!"

"If you don't say it, it's right. Have you come to our village to find out the truth? Say, is that right!"

Good guy, Lin Xiaoqiang came up and locked the person up first, and then put a lot of hats on him in one breath. Is he trying to kill him?

"I'll go... Fortunately, I have developed a good skill in the past six months, otherwise I would have almost died here unjustly."

After complaining, Hong Yun came to Lin Xiaoqiang helplessly and reached out to pull his arm away.

"Okay, if you continue to do this, you will really be killed. Uncle, do you have a great name?"

"Ahem...Ahem...Don't expensive, my name is Maoshanming, I, I am not a horse thief!"

After Hong Yun released his arm locked around his neck, the middle-aged man finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Fearing that he would be held back again, he hurriedly said his name.
Chapter completed!